Order Ovate, Night
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RAVEN: Truly my voice is sweeter than the song of the stone, the swan, the storm...
(Enter a MESSENGER beribboned with RAGS of CLOUD.)
RAVEN: (in haste) ...yet no sweeter than yours, great master. I acknowledge it so.
MESSENGER: O blackness, o blackness, wherefore should I sing? When all of my songs are seared on my skin?
(Exeunt.)
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Effects when equipped in Hat slot:
Baroque! +1
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